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  • Sometimes I forget to eat.

    An entire morning and afternoon can pass and it is only the growl mixed with erratic spaciness that reminds me that it has been too long since I have consumed nutrients. I find this odd behavior, seeing that a large majority of my life is spent thinking about food. Always working on new recipes and ways to convert old favorites to my current standards (S.O.L.E), reading food related blogs and pondering thoughts as to how I might be able to play a part in ending the world’s food insecurity, with a strong focus on children.

    I ponder what would happen if more people made a choice to experience hunger occasionally. Would we feel more motivation as a collective to end the political game that keeps over half of us undernourished and ill, when there is plenty to be shared? Would we end up consuming less while feeling more full? Realizing we often eat in excess as an aid to our hunger for connection? Would this lead to learning to conserve and sustain while ending two problems simultaneously, insecurity and obesity?!

    Sometimes I like these hunger pains. A masochist? Maybe. Not the first accusation of it in my life. There is an eerie security in my hunger, knowing I HAVE a choice (to eat). It allows me to begin to sense what children are experiencing in bed or upon bare Earth, without choice. Just trying to fall asleep and dream of sugar plum fairies and puppy dog tails, but kept up by a pit in their stomach that they find difficult to digest. Their reality. Hunger.

    They are OUR future. The seeds of our garden, yet to bear fruit. But seeds must be nourished and fed in order to grow. If I could put background music to this rant it would be Whitney Houston’s “Greatest Love of All”, one of my favorite songs from childhood, that my Dad often requested me to repeat singing as we traveled from our half way point between Father and Mother, every other weekend.

    Funny how those things ripple to connect through time. I call them “lights on the path”.... signs from the past infused into the present and future. Like the first time I walked into a health food store at age 5--the smell comforting me in a way I had never known. It was better than any toy store I could imagine. I will never forget my first carob almond cup!! It was like tasting pure Heaven on Earth. My parents were far from what you would call “Health Nuts”, but I grew to become passionate about nutrition and development. It all makes sense to me now........ the landmark sparks that illuminated my path to present, leading to me to nourish my future as a voice for this hunger. I will growl in harmony with my stomach until remedy is found. To end human suffering is where I am bound!

    Children are unconsciously led to their inner most needs and desires for evolution through imagination and interaction with the world around them. It is quite magical, in fact. As if a million stars are sent shooting into the dark sky, all at once. If allowed, there is little need for direction as their constellations form a foundation for their future through play and exploration.

    Have you ever tried to explore and play when your stomach is eating itself?! Not so much fun and energy becomes the stuff dreams are made of.

    My heart goes out to all children who are not afforded the luxury and necessity of play, imagination, nourishment and comfort as their foundation to their futures.
    I guess my hunger is my own inner child saying, “I feel your pain” and “you are not alone!” My connection to them. My pact. “While you stay hungry, I will too”. Unconscious, of course.

    I am hungry for a change. Aren’t you?

    Thank you Whitney, for teaching me well to lead the way! R.I.P ;)

    (This was written 2 days before her death. Another light on my path or just a coincidence?!)
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